Dream
Someone
Wakes you up,
Early in the morning,
When roosters
Are still while
Their heads are
Hid in the fold of
Their wings,
Stealing your hour
Of sleep,
There's a feeling
Of reluctance
Of waking up
For you need to
Finish weaving
A dream,
But there you
Give in,
At last,
To her poking,
Only to find out
Your 'waker' is
Just part
Of your dream.
Copyright © Carlito Mantua | Year Posted 2017
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